Fuck You
Fuck you,
I wish I could.
You flirt with me,
Even though
you don’t like guys?
Bullshit.
You tell me:
You have something to say.
You don’t say it,
And we lapse
into the same roles?
“Same?”
I’ve always been bad
at understanding the past.
I expect you to speak,
when I can’t even say
'I am—'
'I do—'
I love you,
and I’m bullshit too.
Later,
I started ignoring you,
so you called and said:
“I exist.”
Fuck, you’d think
I’d try to forget
if I didn’t remember?
You don’t get it,
I don’t get it.
I understand
I don’t get you,
even though I do.
So fuck you,
I wish I could.
Because,
The past in unachievable,
And the future…
Is as ignorant as me.